The corpse wishes to get another chance on life,
The old thinks about another chance as an adult,
The adult wants to go back to being a teenager,
The teenager cares about going back to middle school,
The middle school-er would give anything to be a child,
Some children need infancy,
The infant, well it just smiles and wishes to see the wonderful things ahead.
How do we change so much? Does life do it or are we the ones who do it? We regret every decision we make and sometimes do not cheer any of the decisions we make. Isn’t that wrong?